I picked this up on a whim. I saw Greek Gods in the blurb and that was it, I adore Greek and Roman mythology. Those are pretty much my buzzwords when it comes to reading. I'll give anything a go with mythology in it.
But my god I wish I loved this more. It wasn't a bad book at all but some of the writing I found quite cheesy. Now, I love cheese as much as the next person (halloumi to be specific) but within two chapters when the narrator (all first person btw) says 'here goes nothing' twice when marching into a somewhat dangerous situation... I start to cringe a little. There was a huge emphasis on the chosen one trope that the book was kind of self-aware of but still going along with it. I don't mind tropes at all, but the attempt at being a bit meta felt redundant. Also, for a women that doesn't believe in love, an awful lot of staring at the abs of her side-kick and commenting on his arms etc. Considering that she's attempting to face a god of anti love I don't think his ripping or insert synonym abs should be the centre of her attention. It was all a little off kilter. The plot was predictable but not bad and I liked some of the characters.
Regardless, I flew through this. It was a light fluffy read but nothing ground breaking by any means. I reckon it's a good one to go for if you've been in a reading slump for a little while.